A few more than six, I suppose.
Aedan and Miranda, after they pick up Jack at Purgatory:
Miranda waited for the door to cycle behind the prison escapee before she objected, “She’s a maniac with no control. Her biotic field is nothing but chaos. Surely you aren’t seriously thinking about using her on mission?”
Shepard leveled a cool stare at her but Miranda held her ground on her side of the table and finally, Shepard answered. “We’re heading to that ping we got on the Blood Pack. Deserted planet, some sort of indigenous critter. I’ll run her paces before I use her on anything delicate.”
“We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t tear the ship apart on a whim.” Surely Shepard wasn’t intentionally endangering the crew.
“She’s on the ship, for god’s sake, she isn’t stupid. She’s fine. Feed her, keep her happy and we’ll see.” Aedan twitched a shoulder, “It’s working for me, isn’t it?”
“You can’t destroy things with your mind, Shepard.”
A low, humorless laugh sent a shiver up Miranda’s spine. The ruddy reflection of circuitry in the steel grey eyes was...disconcerting. Miranda hated that she knew exactly what had gone wrong with Shepard’s rebuild and that she could still see it, now. Months after becoming conscious, she should have been whole by now.
The Illusive Man was constantly telling her she needed to work harder to make Shepard whole.
“You don’t have a fucking clue what I could do if I really got tired of you.” Shepard followed her foundling out of the conference room.
